Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Magma,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.